tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317728022024-03-13T00:09:48.539-06:00A Wizard Appears Unto You...And Blares A Trumpet in The Face of ScienceDaniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.comBlogger393125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-46797481832592267362013-11-11T10:30:00.000-07:002013-11-11T10:30:15.577-07:00Escape from the BoneyardLately I've been having thoughts... Thoughts that I've been reluctant to share on other social media platforms (Facebook, Twitter) because of their increased visibility and/or character limitations. Lets face it: Facebook is fast becoming the elephant graveyard of honest intellectual expression. Rather than a select pride of regal lions or a noble troop of elephants discussing how best to perpetuate the circle of life on the golden savannah, over modest helpings of gazelle or grass or whatever, Facebook is now a craggy, bone-filled scar, dominated by shadows of over-sharing and elementary ideological sparring. Hyenas run rampant picking at bones and cackling one-sided platitudes at one another, while vultures are finally arriving with the realization that Facebook is the new forwarded email. (Did you hear that Obama just cancelled Christmas and re-named it Secular Holiday Day?)<br />
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I may come crawling back to you yet, Wastard, old friend. The grass was not greener.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-40236019281057885622011-11-28T11:32:00.003-07:002011-11-28T15:56:14.233-07:00Drive-Thru Snippet #1I'm pretty sure this morning I asked the guy at McDonald's for a <span style="font-weight:bold;">Fruit and Opal Mate-Meal</span>. Surprisingly, he understood what I meant, which was even more remarkable because English was clearly his second language.. I wonder if that is the first time somebody asked for a Fruit and opal mate-meal. It doesn't sound very appetizing.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-72816625787635879252011-11-03T14:47:00.007-06:002011-11-03T21:00:16.129-06:00My Blog: A Beacon of Warmth.First off, I'd like to draw your attention to the word warmth. Say it out loud. Have you ever asked yourself why you insert a silent "P"? WARMPTH. WARMPTH. Just saying.<br /><br />Okay. Second item of business, I believe I owe all 2.5 of you an apology for my neglect of this blog. Just know it is a reflection of how boring I am and has nothing to do with how much I value my legion of readers. Now, I would hate to give the impression that nothing noteworthy ever happens to me. Life is grand. I do stuff all the time. I just haven't been inspired in the blog medium. I write songs, dream up teen fantasy novels, and even occasionally delve into the world of pottery. In short, I am more inspired than I can explain... Just not as a blogger. At least not in a way that is satisfactory to me. <br /><br />The last thing I ever want to do is turn this blog into a show and tell blog. ie Today I went to a pumpkin patch. Here is a picture of me with a pumpkin. Here is a picture of Lorraine with a pumpkin. Here is a picture of Lorraine and I with a hobo scarecrow. The hot chocolate was the best! Scarves. Blah blah blah.<br /><br />If my blog isn't inspired in my own quirky little way, then I put it on ice. And while it is depressing to see that I only have one entry so far for all of 2011, it is far better than the alternative.<br /><br />PuMpKiN FuN!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlhfHmqbPTFsZoU63Kp_h6Bhj7QK9N6t3tue8s6SA4uAdwig1OjyD_X0i2T9wgQ1d63LRDdQ5GmOQdvQ16eBCx8yonUIqeazH3n2on_Cxvz6DvDar58PxBbUsO2_Y6km39udEkQ/s1600/IMAG0041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlhfHmqbPTFsZoU63Kp_h6Bhj7QK9N6t3tue8s6SA4uAdwig1OjyD_X0i2T9wgQ1d63LRDdQ5GmOQdvQ16eBCx8yonUIqeazH3n2on_Cxvz6DvDar58PxBbUsO2_Y6km39udEkQ/s320/IMAG0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670954297451442194" /></a><br /><br />P.S. That is a pumpkin patch that I planted and neglectfully cultivated along with a few coworkers and friends for fun. The pumpkin patch turned out alright, except that we didn't really market it and now I've got a field-full of rotting pumpkins.<br /><br />So I was feeling inspired to post because my sister Lacey mentioned that whenever my other sister, Kayli talks to her on the phone from her dorm room in the hinterlands of Rock Springs, Wyoming, she laments that I do not blog. I must admit that I am a horrific long distance friend... Possibly the worst. That goes for family too. If I don't see you, I don't talk to you. That is not to say that my love for you has diminished, only that my attention span rivals that of a domestic chicken (whose population is over twice as numerous as the human race according to this <a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2011/11/03/141946751/along-with-humans-who-else-is-in-the-7-billion-club?print=1">NPR article</a>) ...Anyway... to quote Lacey's message directly, "It's her only connection to you in her dark, cold world." Now I'm sure Kayli's world is just fine. But I do enjoy the idea that my blog is possibly a bizarre beacon of warmth to those who have followed it over the years. Besides that, I would like her connection to me to be a little more up-to-date than some lie I posted in March about how I was going to start blogging more. So here it is.<br /><br />So what started my conversation with Lacey in the first place was that I was listening to Christmas music streaming from the FM 100 website, because as we all know, the holiday season begins on the first of November. Anyway, I was listening to some Holiday tunes, and heard Karen Carpenter's ageless croon, so I decided to spread the cheer to my sister by sending her my favorite line of the song (Which I believe I have mentioned on here before.) "Logs on the fire fill me with desire..."<br /><br />Anyway, that was my attempt at a segue to my holiday '12 plans. I have decided in the interest of not driving my coworkers, wife, and least importantly myself crazy, that I will not be keeping a strict count of holiday songs this year. I know, I know, it was the only thing that made my blog interesting. Well, the captivation that you all enjoyed as you checked the train wreck that was my immersion into two months of non-stop Christmas tunes came at great cost. The ruination of traditional Christmas cheer. I don't know, I guess there's something about me groaning and shaking my head violently on Christmas Eve as I listen to Feliz Navidad for the forty-fifth time of the season that sort of sucks the joy out of the festivities. So as a compromise, I have decided to begin listening to holiday music early as always, but only when I want to. No more weaponizing Christmas music. So no more song counts, or violent Christmas blog post outbursts. I am enjoying my Christmas torture... in moderation.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-12036140427937637842011-03-04T17:37:00.004-07:002011-03-04T18:09:28.065-07:00Confessions of a Busy BloggerIt's late Friday afternoon and I'm alone at work. Here's my confession: I never get on computers unless I'm at work. Therefore if I am blogging regularly, it can be assumed that I have a lot of down time at my job. What then, is inferred by my lack of posts over the past couple of months? You guessed it, I have been busy at work. I got a promotion, and I guess that means I got busier. Enter a new phase of boring blogging. <br /><br />I am glad to be more productive, and to be compensated accordingly, don't get me wrong. But within the deep recesses of its soul, (they have those you know,) my blog longs for a simpler day. I'm not talking about last year. The blog was pretty sparse then too. I'm talking back when I was unemployed. My life is so much happier now than it was then; before I moved back to Utah Valley, before I reentered the world of employment, and most importantly, before I met, fell in love with, and married Lorraine. It was a time when I literally had two daily focuses: School, and blogging. It made for a fantastic blog, (if I do say so myself,) but not a very well rounded or fulfilled person. Currently I am feeling much more fulfilled, and endlessly happier, but this blog feels like a ghost town, which is weird, because I usually love ghost towns. I guess not in this case.<br /><br />Will I ever find a happy medium between the bygone days of multiple blog posts daily, and the wonderful, but blog-deficient life that I now lead? I hope so.<br /><br />What is the first step? After such a lull in blog activity, what topic could possibly meet the built-up expectations of my approximately 3.5 regular readers? Democracy in the Middle East? Earth-shaking personnel changes on my Utah Jazz? My experience of trying and failing to get used to contact lenses? My epic haircut? My opinions and predictions for the season finale of The Bachelor?!<br /><br />Oops. Out of time. Be back soon?Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-2877136702418653712010-12-13T12:59:00.002-07:002010-12-13T13:33:00.084-07:00You bet against me bringing Pan back here, didn't ya?I would like to address your lack of faith in the staying power of Holiday Torture '10. I am a busy man. (I accidentally typed "I am a busty man" HA!) I can't keep track of every song on my notable list in real time. If you can't accept that then I will throw you in the boo box.<br /><br />Do not for a second, think that I have given up on my quest. I present to you the newly updated holiday torture list.<br /><br />I have a short story to share with you in addition to my update, just so the readers don't think I've forgotten about the blog.<br /><br />A couple weeks back I was in the self check-out at the grocery store buying eggs. After I tried unsuccessfully to get the scanner to read the bar code on the packaging, the cashier who oversees the self-checkout came over to assist me. The following is the reenacted conversation for your reading pleasure.<br /><br />Cashier lady: Can I help you with something?<br /><br />Dan: I'm having a rough time getting the bar code to read.<br /><br />Cashier lady: Sometimes these cartons don't read very well.<br /><br />Dan: Well I guess I just picked a bad egg. (<--PUN)<br /><br />Cashier lady: (Stoically) Let me type in the code.<br /><br />Dan: Egg-cellent (<-- PUN!)<br /><br />Cashier lady: (Morosely) There you go, have a nice evening.<br /><br />Really?! Not even an acknowledgement? Come on.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-76565322945691353832010-11-16T10:26:00.002-07:002010-11-16T10:42:07.715-07:00HOLIDAY PLAGIARISM!<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VO8NYJ0bZ1c?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VO8NYJ0bZ1c?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Does the melody for "Hey Santa, Hey Santa..." Sound familiar? YES, IT DOES! This song is truly torturous because it skews a cherished childhood memory and replaces it with Carnie & Wendy Wilson sitting on a polka dot couch. Wendy is getting hit on by elves and Carnie is fumbling with her Clarissa Explains It All hat. Santa is thrown from a second story balcony and crashes behind them, sustaining serious injuries. I can't stand for it any longer. I cannot allow that tune to be sullied in this manner. I must bring this vile plagiarism into the light of day.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4j2xEwEHbrE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4j2xEwEHbrE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Ahhh. That's better. I always wanted one of these. The tune has stuck with me since my early childhood, and I will let nobody, YES NOBODY, (THAT INCLUDES YOU CARNIE) to take this memory away from me.<br /><br />As a small side note, can we all agree that the claymation Saturday morning shorts of yesteryear were the bees knees?Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-73608769575378165602010-11-11T16:45:00.000-07:002010-11-11T16:46:07.557-07:00Chat Snippet O' The Day #2me: that would be awesome<br />i just totally forgot how to write the word mabye<br />mabey<br />maby<br />HELP!<br />maybe<br />oooh that's better<br /><br />Lorraine: HAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!1Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-18100055405448130002010-11-11T16:40:00.002-07:002010-11-11T16:45:13.803-07:00Chat Snippet O' The Dayme: i miss you<br /><br />Lorraine: i miss yuo too please<br /><br />me: Who's Yuo?! I'll KILL HIM!<br /><br />Lorraine: hhahahhahah!! you jealous nut!!<br /><br />me: You have an Asian lover on the side, eh? I see how it is!<br /><br />Lorraine: you're so possessive.<br />DANNY!!!<br /><br />me: :P<br /><br />Lorraine: you're both deeply offending me AND making me laugh out loud at work!!!!Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-20451539098886639372010-11-10T17:39:00.001-07:002010-11-10T17:39:38.257-07:00I would rather spend a hundred years as a background singer for Elvis' "Blue Christmas".Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-63413385933601358782010-11-10T17:03:00.003-07:002010-11-10T17:31:32.137-07:00Truly Awful Christmas Song<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcQU3LYNZQc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QcQU3LYNZQc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Is this The Pretenders singing "Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas," or did Phoebe Buffay from Friends just walk into the room and try to cleanse my aura? This is so bad. Here is a Christmas-themed list of things I'd rather do than listen to this song:<br /><br />-I would rather spend Christmas in prison than listen to this song.<br /><br />-I would rather have George Michael sing "Last Christmas" one inch away from my face than listen to this song.<br /><br />-I would rather be force fed one thousand regular candy canes than listen to this song.<br /><br />-I would rather go to the Black Friday Jammy Jam at the South Towne Center.<br /><br />-I would rather be haunted by the ghost of Burl Ives.<br /><br />-I would rather be transported back in time to the set of Santa Clause with Tim Allen.<br /><br />Please feel free to submit your own "I would rathers" in the comments section below.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-58919041205953645892010-11-05T09:45:00.005-06:002010-11-05T11:00:51.437-06:00The Day of Reckoning: Holiday Torture '10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtHS1_jX7ybLEoQ0AU7Q_E4WYeiLBZTyfenQy2mte_xEcJuRgsOgdG2-cWC4gs7V1dp55KkQro9kEE_HEmWmhfiDFcRrcVpXyiKIO1yClCzQ6FgXC99XoVzKaQxvyNIIKdgnerQ/s1600/spanking-norman-rockwell.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtHS1_jX7ybLEoQ0AU7Q_E4WYeiLBZTyfenQy2mte_xEcJuRgsOgdG2-cWC4gs7V1dp55KkQro9kEE_HEmWmhfiDFcRrcVpXyiKIO1yClCzQ6FgXC99XoVzKaQxvyNIIKdgnerQ/s320/spanking-norman-rockwell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536094842311982530" /></a><br /><br /><br />What exactly is <a href="http://wastard.blogspot.com/2009/11/holiday-torture.html">Holiday Torture</a>? Starting November 9th, 2009 I began listening to Christmas music non-stop on KSFI, a local soft hits radio station. I listened every time I drove in my car, every time I sat down at my desk, basically 6 hours every work day until Christmas day. Figuring about two hours of drive time every weekend, and using the unmatched power of maths, I have deduced that I listened an average of 5.29 hours of Christmas music every day for 47 days. Lets round down to five hours even. I listened to 235 hours of Christmas music. <br /><br />Why did I subject myself to the same rotation of fifty or so songs, over and over for a month and a half? Why am I doing it again? Great question. Answer= Because I am possessed by a Christmas Demon! Plus last year I made a mistake. The Christmas rotation doesn't start on the ninth. This year it started on November 5th on KSFI, and the evening of November 4th on its softy counterpart KOSY. I must beat my old record.<br /><br />Logs on the fire fill me with desire.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-29638448736116942892010-11-01T12:20:00.003-06:002010-11-02T16:09:51.292-06:00It's Coming...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4FK07qSOirw51T9HO83xOkbKzaXeDV5aVtj7JPhkVMjcbKInIazmg46lsHrwAao-8qnsOG-wlKqlcaYBl2Oaysd9IdTJSIwV6m4WvgolIxyz3_sRzbTVbx6-6HzuqPPWkJbYCg/s1600/winter-wonderland.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4FK07qSOirw51T9HO83xOkbKzaXeDV5aVtj7JPhkVMjcbKInIazmg46lsHrwAao-8qnsOG-wlKqlcaYBl2Oaysd9IdTJSIwV6m4WvgolIxyz3_sRzbTVbx6-6HzuqPPWkJbYCg/s320/winter-wonderland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534648141986727410" /></a><br /><br />There is a faint rumbling on the horizon. Is that the sound of a thousand jingle bells roaring out in pain? <a href="http://fm100.com/">FM 100's website</a> has already made the inevitable Christmas transition. Its two zeroes are now blood red Christmas ornaments, snowflakes fall gently across the home page like fallout in a war zone, and now it is a matter of time before the madness takes the airwaves. My coworkers and wife have all begged me to forget about the imminent holiday tide. But I cannot. I am as powerless against it as a menorah in an ice storm. It commands, and I obey.<br /><br />Holiday Torture '10Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-67370166139975128812010-10-29T16:38:00.001-06:002010-10-29T16:40:10.504-06:00Umm... Carlton Banks Anyone? Part II<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/po0jY4WvCIc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/po0jY4WvCIc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Funny, I don't seem to remember Carlton having those dance moves.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-45268063322420166162010-10-29T16:15:00.003-06:002010-10-29T16:23:23.058-06:00Umm... Carlton Banks Anyone?<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LNaHUxi6H-U?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LNaHUxi6H-U?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />First off, Janeen Brady FTW. I was raised on her Mormon inspirational children's tunes. I still recall running around uncontrollably with my brother and sister to "See Me Run". The very thought of the song causes me to begin foaming at the mouth. This song is a Janeen Brady classic.<br /><br />Second, CARLTON FREAKING BANKS! MORMON COMMERCIAL! This must have been when he was visiting cousin Will in West Philadelphia.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-49582681490003197082010-10-22T17:44:00.002-06:002010-10-22T17:52:40.917-06:00The People Have Spoken: LACEY'S BLOGLadies and gentlemen...<br />Today is a day of monumental importance. It is the day that one voice became many, and many rose up as one. It is a day when several individual souls rose up and stood together in a spirit of unity, demanding that their fundamental needs be met. MORE LACEY!<br /><br />Today is the day...<br /><br /><a href="http://laceysreluctantblogattempt.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">LACEY'S BLOG</span></a>Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-59732160298894296092010-10-22T12:34:00.005-06:002010-10-22T16:32:09.111-06:00Landscape Architect FAIL!So, I'm working a bid for an apartment complex. After taking a closer look at the type of concrete curbing this job calls out for, I'm not sure we're interested in that type of work. Let me reiterate that this is in fact an estimate that I am actually working on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXZBmD2N1M9Kh_cHhqw3iAXCtVzQbSQZeDeKYD3JkgcvL2CeGJJoBxfKLw2byB4u3Bwwae4v2E399EJ6mygOh3sdMZQQyz2Xyz_VbwijCcUHk_bTqH1qSyoKazIIyRsGcE-LqJw/s1600/excreted+curb.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXZBmD2N1M9Kh_cHhqw3iAXCtVzQbSQZeDeKYD3JkgcvL2CeGJJoBxfKLw2byB4u3Bwwae4v2E399EJ6mygOh3sdMZQQyz2Xyz_VbwijCcUHk_bTqH1qSyoKazIIyRsGcE-LqJw/s320/excreted+curb.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530941289150761426" /></a><br /><br />How exactly does one install excreted concrete mowcurb? Sounds labor intensive.<br />(Note: It is supposed to read "EXTRUDED")Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-79886743533142356782010-10-20T16:06:00.002-06:002010-10-20T16:13:16.152-06:00Petition for a Lacey Blog!Are you sick and tired of going through your day without access to the inner-most thoughts of everyone's favorite Lacey? Well then, let your voice be heard here in the comments section below. AMERICANS FOR A LACEY BLOG! Let's take back Lacey. This is a Lacey I can believe in.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-76564364695937490712010-10-05T14:29:00.003-06:002010-10-05T14:42:19.226-06:00Trumpet Fail.Dear Blogosphere,<br /><br />Trumpeting Thunder has ceased to be awesome, and has decided to format his "pink elephant" pink blog in such a fashion that a maniacal right wing REAL AMERICA politician is censoring our freedom of blog speech, and blocking the people's blog links to such an extent that blogstalking has become nearly impossible. <br /><br />Will we STAND for this injustice? Will we let the trumpet of tyranny blaze in our pathetic pondscum plebian ears, or will we fight?? I say FIGHT! FIGHT FOR YOUR RIGHT TO BLOGSTALK!!!!<br /><br />From the great representative of the people, <br /><br />Mrs. Thunder, aka, Thunder Hooves. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsua28K0Pt5VWlELQR9BOgGSTWYtmsvhT745ZqoY3qLULhNepypMAmowAAy9pOHFbI_09vxw4AK1oSOxgnrC75tNwOdpOY97eetP9oEEPceN7uYUiDSIOJYhrN7JnOWDbRPc9nRQ/s1600/lakota1280x960.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsua28K0Pt5VWlELQR9BOgGSTWYtmsvhT745ZqoY3qLULhNepypMAmowAAy9pOHFbI_09vxw4AK1oSOxgnrC75tNwOdpOY97eetP9oEEPceN7uYUiDSIOJYhrN7JnOWDbRPc9nRQ/s320/lakota1280x960.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524664799546519698" /></a>Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-53672246552014126112010-09-24T14:06:00.002-06:002010-09-24T14:09:11.221-06:00Just Another American Saturday (Friday) Night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcaHNJLQXoaK3pNWXm86GKfFYhsIfEJiUxRFBGpsQgZ_l2x20aeJnsIV0YrAOJr296RtDinsuxwx9mABmkJWcct3WpIVsYjL4gU_iIMlq00Eco467L3sL8utCID8Yg_ibZ3PImQ/s1600/Brad+Paisley+-10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIcaHNJLQXoaK3pNWXm86GKfFYhsIfEJiUxRFBGpsQgZ_l2x20aeJnsIV0YrAOJr296RtDinsuxwx9mABmkJWcct3WpIVsYjL4gU_iIMlq00Eco467L3sL8utCID8Yg_ibZ3PImQ/s320/Brad+Paisley+-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520574502652155506" /></a><br /><br />Brad Paisley concert tonight!<br /><br />I AM NOT ASHAMED!Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-29874851670311586352010-09-15T17:23:00.005-06:002010-09-15T17:34:57.511-06:00Send The Message Tonight!My hero... remixed.<br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGFi3sbCzG4?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGFi3sbCzG4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />I love this guy because he is a caricature of actual American politics. Is he really that different than the rest of our hyperbolic fear mongering politicians with their divisive politics and all of their doom and gloom? This guy is a breath of fresh air if only because he has dropped the facade. VOTE PHIL DAVISON!Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-60591674926714857082010-09-14T14:59:00.002-06:002010-09-14T15:01:50.766-06:00The Dan Lance Beebe Answering ServiceA sales person called my work. I answered the phone,<br />"This is Dan".<br />She replied "Is Lance Beebe there?"<br />I responded "this is Dan Lance Beebe, how may i help you?"<br />"Are you the owner, sir?"<br />"Yes I am."<br />"Do you take credit cards?"<br />"No"<br />"Are you interested.... blah blah blah?"<br />"I don't trust credit card companies. I think they're trying to steal my house."<br />"We also offer websites..."<br />"What's a website?"<br />"A website is something your customers can access..."<br />"Oh, you mean those pictures you see on those... those... computer things?"<br />"Yes."<br />"I don't believe in computers, so I'm not interested. Thanks."Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-72358563073081517162010-09-02T23:20:00.007-06:002010-09-02T23:43:56.741-06:00The Great Salt.... Wait<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPjvKo87-Xie3BRX5DXXQjaE2OYOOi8GwW0T6Fd1cbVJikgX05K95vg2tjq309DzCzTnEmKKCpHaHexlJVhOIs8MDwjMemaQnfACmzMiRvHGJR2S0Z6NUuHfBEZPtGeiTDWzDqg/s1600/DSCN0732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOPjvKo87-Xie3BRX5DXXQjaE2OYOOi8GwW0T6Fd1cbVJikgX05K95vg2tjq309DzCzTnEmKKCpHaHexlJVhOIs8MDwjMemaQnfACmzMiRvHGJR2S0Z6NUuHfBEZPtGeiTDWzDqg/s320/DSCN0732.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512553526440230130" /></a><br /><br />It's hard to skip rocks when the actual lake is miles from the high water mark. Even so, our Great Salt Lake adventure was a success. First, we took pictures of the sunset as seen from an abandoned building. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54o3dd9qIJjy5HoZMfu6lJvzrhLYopfiCskUyLB2EEZAUzvKwvWC5Be_h-I0Ch9SnSbMvai6loGmuPdJY6QwQpTotj11G0_24kOtqK4lf-ksZijkHRijqmxkWhjo-KtdPx4_jlw/s1600/DSCN0742.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54o3dd9qIJjy5HoZMfu6lJvzrhLYopfiCskUyLB2EEZAUzvKwvWC5Be_h-I0Ch9SnSbMvai6loGmuPdJY6QwQpTotj11G0_24kOtqK4lf-ksZijkHRijqmxkWhjo-KtdPx4_jlw/s320/DSCN0742.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512554817434593794" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-3It7GtGe3zQbxG1H-gSjbkQ2AoNl6p1px4z3ivF_4qIPm0GWMyX1cbySW-hja12kIUTV-s6rxc0i5dht3T8vukfdyYKRzl1narR9E5y2K3t_vaOdOV9ceYcaa4VyqrJOLIsAQ/s1600/DSCN0744.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-3It7GtGe3zQbxG1H-gSjbkQ2AoNl6p1px4z3ivF_4qIPm0GWMyX1cbySW-hja12kIUTV-s6rxc0i5dht3T8vukfdyYKRzl1narR9E5y2K3t_vaOdOV9ceYcaa4VyqrJOLIsAQ/s320/DSCN0744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512555109418302898" /></a><br /><br />Afterwords we started trekking towards an optical illusion which we believed to be the shoreline. After a fifteen minute hike we realized how far away we really were. We decided we were close enough.<br /><br />After we hiked back to the car we tried to drive towards Magna, but instead ended up at a landfill. During adventures more often than not, the destination is the least important part of the night. The most important part: being stranded at a landfill with a killer on our tails. Either that or the massive banana split I ate once we got back to Sugarhouse.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHRju-UNAmKlcZAmXROABBv7FMppQaoTKyiAeQ7QFeOQH9V8rSREbTiTqJxblR0U3If6rldVqJyFOkvP0CBRk0iguH8j-quI8VYmEj0cnZkyrdHqScrhk3r2ngtzOTJjCrc_oFA/s1600/DSCN0753.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHRju-UNAmKlcZAmXROABBv7FMppQaoTKyiAeQ7QFeOQH9V8rSREbTiTqJxblR0U3If6rldVqJyFOkvP0CBRk0iguH8j-quI8VYmEj0cnZkyrdHqScrhk3r2ngtzOTJjCrc_oFA/s320/DSCN0753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512557321605009650" /></a><br /><br />All in all, as I've made abundantly clear, today's adventure was more fun than anything you people did. So there.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDj_s1MQk2QMl2OKsMWlVJowkBR4rw9bjtFmivkx5y7urdwNqck-KEf6COO3mhn9nab0akjZ9N4JBgAStg42oRIz3aK5RURGs9p4iMtcb7Tjk_Y50WktIGOQVVnuw9jPMWsRifGw/s1600/DSCN0756.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDj_s1MQk2QMl2OKsMWlVJowkBR4rw9bjtFmivkx5y7urdwNqck-KEf6COO3mhn9nab0akjZ9N4JBgAStg42oRIz3aK5RURGs9p4iMtcb7Tjk_Y50WktIGOQVVnuw9jPMWsRifGw/s320/DSCN0756.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512557867205964114" /></a>Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-27625140557672384312010-09-02T14:39:00.003-06:002010-09-02T14:55:58.759-06:00Destiny Accomplished... Sort of.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusiYG4uK6Xrce7r0my2Resw3FJUJzAzESkgxZezOnaKJMrRHqCwbkhsHRL2UWE78MB4IKZtur4xj23HI_Gkl4aqjMwUvySUMf2c61YnlF7xrBNo0H6atqqDMiYFEdtY15wf7X_Q/s1600/Dan+and+Lois+Summer+10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusiYG4uK6Xrce7r0my2Resw3FJUJzAzESkgxZezOnaKJMrRHqCwbkhsHRL2UWE78MB4IKZtur4xj23HI_Gkl4aqjMwUvySUMf2c61YnlF7xrBNo0H6atqqDMiYFEdtY15wf7X_Q/s320/Dan+and+Lois+Summer+10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512418902186445698" /></a><br /><br />My hunger is deeply satisfied, and I am happy to see that Lorraine has posted our honeymoon pics on facebook. New Orleans was incredible. More to come on that later.<br /><br />In continuation of my attempt to embrace my destiny, tonight Lorraine and I are going to skip rocks in the Great Salt Lake. A true adventure.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-89912919452096900852010-09-02T12:43:00.002-06:002010-09-02T12:53:34.881-06:00Del Destino<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQAwcfan-hCsT8He0IO6nlz-szT92CWJfKvCWrsmq7xkiISJnNfdHEEfaLG_DYoDivL6Udd23Gl5zbeX9bNZw9H8LEHlHZsx1zwMZUJyp45u5BPya9GpJL_r6be7Hqtt2rje_iQ/s1600/dtelectric.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQAwcfan-hCsT8He0IO6nlz-szT92CWJfKvCWrsmq7xkiISJnNfdHEEfaLG_DYoDivL6Udd23Gl5zbeX9bNZw9H8LEHlHZsx1zwMZUJyp45u5BPya9GpJL_r6be7Hqtt2rje_iQ/s320/dtelectric.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512390536947789650" /></a><br /><br />It's time for lunch my friends. It's time to envelop myself in the warm embrace of cheap faux-mexican food. It's time for Del Taco.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31772802.post-90799453604299054862010-09-01T12:59:00.003-06:002010-09-01T13:10:08.046-06:00Bubble Tape-Colored Blog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQI6ZXB-rqfF8iEsx9gp-dmuk6WQlWCT3SrjVN3ox__Uj-PfAixCCAGdyUf7qRoSzDqQQjj3ei8PYP-pIKcXxKH7LsJ9v-ascKEt6npbaWDuCjAknKCXJigruksyvdIMMFYHIOgg/s1600/bubbletape.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQI6ZXB-rqfF8iEsx9gp-dmuk6WQlWCT3SrjVN3ox__Uj-PfAixCCAGdyUf7qRoSzDqQQjj3ei8PYP-pIKcXxKH7LsJ9v-ascKEt6npbaWDuCjAknKCXJigruksyvdIMMFYHIOgg/s320/bubbletape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512024438931517458" /></a><br /><br />It's that time of year. Time for the pink blog and its accompanying renaissance of blogging thought.Daniel Thttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01160806714210979302noreply@blogger.com2